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lotl.com • Lesbians On The Loose Magazine
Travel | Lifestyle
referred to as Lou Gehrig’s disease, for the famous American
baseball player who suffered from it, is a fatal disease involving
the ner ve cells. Life expectancy is two to five years from the
time of diagnosis.
My meeting with Charlotte was one that was never supposed
to happen. My plane ticket home was for three days earlier,
but I had a bout of food poisoning and wasn’t able to fly.
Charlotte arrived from London before I could catch the
next flight. We laughed together almost nonstop for days,
and silently wondered what would become of our seemingly
magical meeting. We soon had to separate and spent the next
several months writing enough emails to fill books. Finally, we
decided to meet halfway between her city and mine. I asked
her to marry me the first night. She said no. We laughed some
more and time moved on.
We racked up many travel miles just to be together for a week
or two at a time. Neither of us could move because her mum’s
health was declining , as was my father’s. But we made it work.
My dad always told me, you know if someone is “the one” when
you feel like “it’s you and me against the world, baby.” And I
did. Nothing could separate us, and the kilometres apart only
made our moments count for more.
Our love story continued, but not in the typical way. We held
hands over Janet’s hospital bed as she took the breaths of her
last days. We then held my dad’s ashes in those same hands not
long after. We’ve struggled to overcome grief and understand
the sometimes unfairness of life. But, we have always remained
absorbed in the magic—the feeling of that first day in the
physio room, the knowing we are meant to be together, the
deep laughter and joy we experience each and every day—and
the absolute blessing of what we commonly refer to as “the best
love story ever.” Not because it’s always been easy, but simply
because it’s ours.
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